The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I froze on the spot and my mind went completely blank. I could only feel my heart being squeezed. It took me a while to come back to my senses.

I pried the little girl's hands off, squatted down, and looked at her seriously. "What's your name?" The little girl tilted her head to the side and looked at me in confusion. "You're my dad. How could you not know my name?"

I was choked. "I'm not your father," I said in a hoarse voice.

"Huh?" The little girl's doe-like eyes went as wide as saucers. "Daddy, are you playing games with me?"

I touched my forehead helplessly. "No, I'm not playing games with you."

"All right." The little girl wrapped her chubby fingers around my index finger and said solemnly, "My name is Beryl, but you should call me Baby Beryl."

"Okay, Beryl."

girl puffed out her cheeks

me where you're from?" Beryl thought for a while

I didn't know whether I should explain to her that only she-wolves could get pregnant and give birth to babies, not male werewolves. But she was so young that I figured she wouldn't understand. I couldn't help but wonder if the little girl

still remember your family? Who's your Mommy?"

her eyes welling up with tears. "I can't remember. Daddy, aren't you my

looked as though she would burst

called the doctor in. "Is she okay? She seems to be a

planted her hands on her hips, and started to recite something about herbal

was stunned. "Little girl,

just in my mind.

sigh of relief. To

robbers. Concussions could lead to temporary memory loss. Presumably, before the child fainted, the last person she

came to me was actually Beryl's family. "Daddy, braid my hair." Beryl pulled the pink hair band off her wrist and placed it on my palm. Then she turned her back to me, waiting expectantly

while and didn't do anything. I had never braided anyone's hair in my life. When I finally managed to open my mouth to refuse,